my midnight confession (at 2:48 pm)

in lieu of d'arcy's post a while back full of confessions, i have decided to make one of my own.
i watch the hills. i know what you're thinking (at least i think i know): "dirt! trash! mind-numbing idiocies! demonstrative of why this country's going to h-e-double hockey sticks in a hand-basket, so to speak!"

and to you, i say, "i know, i know. but i can not help myself. i know it's stupid, vapid, and trashy. but i love it. i love those girls. i love how lauren keeps saying she wants to get away from all the drama after which she immediately embroils herself in more drama. i love how audrina constantly plays with her hair and constantly gives justin another chance while we yell at the t.v. "do NOT give that jerk another chance, you sweet girl!" i love how gorgeous whitney has a kind of valley-girl-ish accent, but is so sweet, so GORGEOUS, and so unbelievably willing to listen to all the ups-and-downs of lauren's life, that it kind of makes me want to talk like her by the end of every episode.

until i snap out of my hills' trance, get off the couch, and face the real world with people who don't have extensions, mani/pedis every week, and go out to the most exclusive clubs every night.
can someone please tell me why i'm so intrigued by these peoples' lives? i'm not at all interested in that kind of lifestyle. in fact i find it rather silly most of the time.
so i convince myself that it's an anthropological study, like watching a national geographic special. yea. that's what it is. that's why i love them thar' hills.